The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The banquet hall of the Abbey of St. Jude smelled of beeswax, roasted pheasant, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. It was a feast held in the dead of winter, the year 1348, when the air outside was so cold it felt like biting into iron, yet the torches within the high vaulted ceiling cast a light that was thick and amber, turning the stone walls into something warm and breathing. I sat at...

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